Her skin
Velvet smooth
With drops of honey
Against the purity of her wedding dress
As she admires herself in the mirror
Her reflection leaving her breathless
There once was a time when this day existed
Only in her diaries and her dreams
Today her tears were different
When she got down on both knees
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With trembling hands
She traced the pearls around her neck
And within a few moments
Felt her mother’s presence
Then she remembered
Her promise to be there
On her special day
Because a daughter will always need her mother
Even when it’s only her soul that remains
Thank you for reading!
This piece was originally published on medium. If you enjoyed this poem here are a few others that that you may like as well.
https://vocal.media/poets/we-are-more-similar-than-different
About the Creator
Ali SP
Ali has found a renewed passion for reading and creating. It is now a form of expression for her– another creative outlet which she works to improve upon.
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